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Pause, pause you, mam and let me take the snaps running. In the studio, he saying to, smile, smile you please, but not into a guffaw, burst you not into a laughter, just smile you, keep smiling, smiling, smile you and make others smile, restrict the smile a bit like Mona Lisa for the photograph.
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Is the poet having a tryst with photography and that too the clicks of the lady love catching the naughtier smiles into the camera lenses and the films or the memories if ti is a digicam? Just like a photographer with the old camera hanging from Mallick is going for the man/ woman to be photographed.
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